Poetry Brothel Vermont

      Born in Dalkeith, Scotland in 1887, Mairi is the eldest of six siblings and comes from a family of the hard working stock.  Her da worked in the mills while her ma tended the family pub, once owned by her grand da, now by Mairi’s Uncle Davey.

 

     They all lived in the flat over the pub; as such, she learned all sorts of things, but like some lucky girls of the time, Mairi spent her days attending public school.  She was quite popular at school, though her best friend Katie was a quiet, lonely girl with a tendency to be by herself.  Mairi could never stand to see a poor girl alone so she took her under and coached her in the ways of women.

 

     Mairi’s first kiss was with Angus McAlpin, when she was 5 years old.  She may have forced herself onto him, after church one day in the yard, but there have been so many lucky gentlemen since and she doesn’t like to live in the past.  She doesn’t remember the name of the fella that helped her celebrate her sweet 16th, but remembers how he smelled and looked and often finds herself fondling the memory when she finds herself alone.

 

     Mairi is as sweet as they come, with no criminal record- she has managed to work her way out of trouble with the law, every time. She is often heard saying “The most evil thing anyone can do is break a girl's heart, it’s a fragile thing that takes so long to mend.”  Like any believer of true love, she trusts in the existence of soul mates and true love and searches for it day in, day out, no matter how long or how hard he- it may be.

 

     Mairi treats others with warm open arms, an open heart, as well as any other limbs and organs that need be open.  Her brand of succor is available to anyone who needs it- old and young alike.  Her idea of a good time is a worn out dirty novel, a warm blanket, a bottle of whiskey, good company, and a lantern.

 

     Don't trust her warmth as naivete, though.  Her life has never been all dirty jokes and good times.  Aye, she has been through much in her short years.  Her strife may make a weaker heart frail, brittle, and bitter.  She chooses instead to love and be loved.  "The only way to heal the cold is with warmth," she will often say to a weary traveler.

 

     Her last wish would be to die in a blissful sleep after making love for hours to her man of the night.

 

     "Aye," she says, "Isna life grand?"